Twenty Four Races
One Season
His last chance.
Johnny Storm has had a good career in Formula One. The only thing he doesn't have is a championship. And it looks like he may never have one. Especially when the perfect storm of events changes his...
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Johnny
Two Years Ago - December
"You're pregnant?"
I stared at the girl who ghosted me, who left me in bed after a phenomenal date and unearthly sex. I asked about her in the Red Bull garage, but Liv told me she had a family emergency and wouldn't be back. Molly was gone and I felt like I lost the chance at something great.
"Yeah, about 10 weeks," she said quietly. "I hadn't been with anyone else in a long time before and since so my only conclusion is that you are the father."
This cannot be happening. I just lost my job, hadn't found another one and now I was going to be a father. My own father had walked away from my mom, Susie and I when we were four. I had nothing to base how to be a father and now I was going to be one. It's like jumping off a cliff without a parachute.
"Johnny? Are you still with me?" Molly's indigo eyes were full of concern.
I shook my head. "Sorry, I think I just panicked in my head all by myself. Umm..." I looked at Molly and saw she was just as freaked out as I was. She wasn't planning this. She wasn't trying to set me up. She was genuinely scared that I would reject her, abandon her, leave her to raise a baby all by herself. "Molly, what do you want to do? Whatever you want, you have my full support."
"I have an appointment in a couple of days in London to get checked out." She chewed her lip, and I tugged it free. I cupped her cheek and nodded, encouraging her to finish. "Will you come with me?"
"Of course."
Three days later, I found myself sitting in a doctor's office, looking at poster of the reproductive system of a woman and how childbirth works. "Ok, just for the record, this room is freaking me out."
Molly giggled. "Me too. Like I remember the process from school, but this is a different reminder of that."
I turned to her. We had been talking every day and getting to know each other. "So... you live in London?"
"Yes, my flat is near central London. You?"
"I did live near Maranello, because of the factory, a flat in Monaco, a penthouse in New York and a flat here in London as well." I didn't realize how entitled I sounded until I saw her face, "Sorry, I'm not trying bragging."
"No, it's fine." Molly looks at her hands. "I know you are a driver, but I didn't realize..."
I know what she means. She knows I'm rich but not exactly how rich. Sue me for liking the odd watch or dinner at a nice restaurant. I scratch at my head. I guess those days are over. I look over at her and think about the future nights in and spending time with Molly. Maybe giving up expensive dinners would be good for me if I could have her.
"Hey, don't worry about that stuff," I tell her, cupping her cheek. "I'll be wherever you are."
Her responding smile make my heart flip a little. I just want to feel those on me. On my lips and... other places. I really need to get a grip on myself. The doctor comes in, asking questions before we do the scan. I guess when the baby is still small, they don't do it the way you see in movies. I'm intimidated by the piece of machinery that is used on Molly. The shit women have to go through makes what I have dealt with look like nothing.
